Madera Ideológica
Babasónicos
Ideological Wood
He spent his life building an ideological wooden boat
A boat that now lay
Dangerously in ruins
Since that personal encounter with him
A part of his dreams was claimed
And the rest is not well known
No one asked for them
Who do we ask for what
Why do we ask for more
If he can only give what he dreams he has
I'd rather change my mood
And sunbeams on my skin
He spoke of surrender
Until reaching the current
He signed amnesty with the most painful opposing side
Pact with the employers
He spilled charisma from his wallet
He did things with his own
Under the table
Who do we ask for what
Why do we ask for more
If he can only give what he dreams he has
I'd rather change my mood
And sunbeams on my skin
Drop by drop, it rushes
All that disgrace near my mouth
Drop by drop, it asks for more, mocks me
Always wants something new
Drop by drop, it rushes
All that disgrace near my mouth
Drop by drop, it asks for more, mocks me
Always wants something new
Years passed building a conceptual concrete dock
A dock, whose worth seemed to be in doubt
Since that personal encounter with him
A part of his life was revealed to him
And he also knew the rest
As not to feel longings
Who do we ask for that
Why do we ask for more
If he can only give what he dreams he has
I'd rather change what I got so far for mood
And sunbeams on my skin
